Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1887-02-10
Here, Rover, caAed Mr.. Raw,

/ come ana Deg your par0On!s
"At this command Rover came and
laid his clumsy length at my feet until
| granted his pardon with gracious
! touch on his rough shaggy head.
".He is let off easily, observes Mr
Ray, with smile, collecting my goods
without more ado.
"'HoW do you like Stillworth?' asked
my Companion, as we took our way to
Anchor Cottage. Dull little hole. isn't
it?'
"'It's a beautiful little hole!' I re-
turned warmly.
"'Ah, yes 1t is pretty enough; and
that is all you need, | suppose?'
"'Yes. I'm quite contented now
That is lucky for you. I'm in a
desperate state of discomfort because I
can't get what want
And what is that?'
"'Oh, the incest thing in the world!'
calmly. L saw it the first time about
six months ago, and lost sight of it till
| just lately
"'Why don't you get it now?' I in
CURED.
Il can't; it belongs to somebody else.
But am going to make violent love to
| the owner"
"'And give gentle hints of your
wishes MEANWHILE I said, laughing,
and wondering at the same time what
it could be he wished for SO much. oh,
auntie,' cried, meeting my placid rel
ative at the door, L have brought my
new model! My aunt, Miss Milburne
Mr.. Ray
''My aunt, thus caught unawares,
looked nervously through her specta-
cles at the young giant before her, and,
when he offered his hand, took it and
shook it with great warmth.
II am very glad to see you,' said
! poor auntie, using the sentence kept in
reserve for Misunderstanding taken
by storm, she was unprepared with an
other. i hear you are going to sit to
my niece
"sShe has so honored me-
"'She has a beautiful day to paint
you
L hope my chances of looking nice
won't depend upon the weather. re-
sponded Mr.. Ray gravely. I want to
| look amiable and sleek
Pm afraid you viii! not get your
| DESIRE / observed Smilingly. Your
expression is to be one of fierce and
| stern determination.
"'Thank you, he said. 1 hope you
don't expect me to keep such g feeling
expressed in my face all the while you
are painting me?'
Every nearly / returned; so, if
you repent, turn back at once
"'Miss Dallas, / am Briton!'-in
mock indignation. And you think to
| brighten me thus! No, am going to
stand my ground
Every we'll then; come to my studio,
and don't let us waste this beautiful
| sunshine
HE followed me obediently, and
was soon engaged upon my picture
Il found him rather trying model
to get on with; he was continually al
| tering his position, and, if | looked at
| his face steadily for short time, he
was almost certain to flush up and turn
| his head round. Bother the mani ]
| thought, as he turned round to answer
remark of auntie's.
"'Auntie,' 1 said sweetly, do you
mind sitting in that chair near me?'
'S'Why, my dear?' she asked, comply
ing with my request.
Because / can't see what Mr.. Rays
| eyes are like through the back of his
head
Il beg your pardon, he said, turn
ing round at once. I'm afraid you will
be the first to repent of your bargain.
I'm wretched model
"'You are,' [ agreed calmly; and
aunt PriSsy makes you worse by skiing
| questions behind your back
"'You shall not have occasion to
again: | will study you intently for the
next half-hour.'
81 would rather you studied the cell
| ing [ suggested.
:" There is nothing to look at up
| there returned my model demurely.
! "Auntie, if there is any symptom of
a compliment in that remark, please to
nip it in the budl'
Certainly my dear said auntie
gravely, staring at the cracked ceiling
above our heads; but don't think it is
very pretty
I'VE both laughed at auntie's good
faith, and then, as my model kept his
word, and would not remove his eyes
from my face, which was rather en-
! barrassing, | turned and pretended to
! be absorbed in my work again.
Perhaps it would be wise to make
break here, and consider myself very
well treated if you read half of what /
have written-for [ think even your
desire for long letters will be more
than satisfied with this budget. So be-
lieve me, "Your sincere friend,
OLIVE DALLAS
The house where this letter was re-
| CC1fCd Cllu ICcto w do llCdl I1yuO oil n,
and the lady to whom it was addressed
was attired In loose morning-goWn,
with coquettish lace cap on her CLOS
sy black hair. She was Hilarie-Mrs.
Trevalyne-and her husband, Godfrey
TrevaIyne, sat facing her on the other
side of a daintily-spread breakfast
table.
"Wen, Hilarie," said he, noting the
little quicker between his Wife's straight
brows, what is Olive doing with her
self?"
I'm sure I don't know" was the an
swer, given with vexed sigh. "She
has got some sailor for model, and is
allowing him to take the place of
friend, with some idea that he is a
prince in disguise. / hope she won't
fall in love with him-he is very hand
some, according to her description"
where did he come from?" asked
Mr.. Trevalyne.
"Raleigh's yacht, of all places in the
world. Very pleasant it would be if
Raleigh were to meet her and find her
I intimate with one of his crew."
what? Is Hayes down there? I
| thouUht ba was at the antiDOdeS What